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The lowest parts of the Ooarai school ship looked less like a naval vessel’s interior, and more like the squalor conditions one would associate with Anzio. The thuggish-looking students one could find there were a far cry from the more proper, if eccentric, General Studies students at the academy. Any average person strolling through the unkempt corridors would be more than a little uneasy, or outright get accosted by one of the delinquent students that called this place home.
Yasuji Arao was not an average person, though seeing this part of the ship in such a state gave him whiplash compared to the surface of Ooarai. His own intimidating appearance made him almost fit in perfectly; his broad shoulders, scarred face from many scuffles years ago, and a slight, yet powerful build would make him similarly unapproachable. The most he got from any of the unruly girls in the corridors were vicious-looking stares and a handful of hungry gazes.
“This wasn’t the kind of attention I was expectin’,” he muttered. The young lady escorting him to his destination hardly fit in with the surroundings. Wearing the typical Ooarai uniform that seemed to outline her rather stacked body, black hair in a neat bob cut, and most notably, a monocle over her right eye. Stern look aside, she seemed as dainty as the other General Studies girls, yet no one approached her with any vitriol or combative remarks.
“Don’t be so tense, Yasuji,” she assured him in a firm, yet even tone of voice, “they won’t bite so long as I’m around you.”
“What kind of terrifying hold do you have over them, Momo?”
“Far from terror, more like respect. Your friend at Bar Donzoko will tell you the rest; it’s better that you hear it from her.” Intimidating as his surroundings were, Yasuji was happy to meet his friend again after so long, having moved to a neighborhood close to Ooarai recently. The thought of their reunion made him tolerate the terrible conditions of the lower deck, today would be a good starting point to reconnect.
***
Bar Donzoko
Murakami leaned against the wall next to the entrance of Bar Donzoko, an establishment that was maintained far better than anywhere else in the bowels of the ship. She watched as Flint was doing her usual off-key singing, rolled her eyes at Rum haggling Cutlass for another drink while swaying as though she was truly inebriated, and witnessed Ogin emerge victorious over an overzealous Naval Studies student that dared challenge her to a drinking game. Under any other circumstances, this would be business as usual, but today was when Murakami would reunite with her dear friend that she hadn’t seen in five years. The thought of seeing Yasuji again was both exciting and nerve-racking; a lot could change after five years, she certainly had.
“Oooooi, Murakami!” Rum called out to her with a wide grin, almost flopping out of her chair. Murakami groaned, bemoaning how her nervousness at reuniting with Yasuji must've been visible on her face. She was honestly impressed that Rum was cognizant enough to seemingly pick up on it. Whatever it was that her friend was going to rib her for, she'd find out as Rum groggily made her way towards her, needing Cutlass to hold onto her for support.
“Are you tense over * hic * getting reacquainted with Yasuji today?” she asked, barely able to keep herself from swaying like jello.
"I'm more worried about you blowing chunks all over the floor," Murakami retorted.
"I am not cleaning your mess again, Rum," Cutlass flatly informed her.
"Nothing wrong with * hic * a bit of fun. Besides, whaddaya have to worry about, Murakami? From what you said about this guy, he'd * hic * fit right in with Donzoko."
"That's the thing, Rum, I don't know if he's still the same person all those years ago," Murakami said, fidgeting nervously.
"You don't want his first time seeing you again to start with sulking in the corner, do you?" Cutlass wondered. "Even if he's a close friend, I wouldn't expect you to get so worked up. Is it possible that the two of you were-." Murakami immediately put a stop to whatever Cutlass was implying.
"Don't even go there," she barked, "we never had that kind of relationship!"
"Right," Rum said with a roll of her eyes. "Though I wonder if you want that kind of relationship with him."
"And I wonder if you had too much to drink," Murakami spat, a vein bulging above her brow. Before any of them could continue the now heated conversation, the bar's door opened, signaling Yasuji's arrival. The members of Shark Team greeted Momo warmly, having been indebted to her for keeping them enrolled in Ooarai. Murakami was more fixated on Yasuji, seeing him again for the first time in years. She gave him a small wave, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape at the sight of her. He stared at her for a while, perhaps lost in thought, before finally approaching.
"Holy fuck!" Rum nearly spat out her drink, giggling like a little girl, "you didn't tell me that your friend was such a hottie." Murakami ignored her friend’s brazen comment, greeting Yasuji with a powerful hug, being met with an equally strong embrace. “It’s so good to see you again, Yasuji,” she said before breaking away.
“Yeah… you too,” Yasuji responded, caught off-guard by Rum’s outburst. “You’ve changed quite a bit,” he added, taking note of Murakami’s curves in addition to her obviously more developed form outlined beautifully by her sailor uniform. Even her hair grew more, now past her shoulders instead of having it in a bob.
“I mean, it has been five years. Those scars and the dyed bangs are new,” she observed, pointing to the cuts on Yasuji’s arms, already familiar with the ones on his face.
“I thought the red would be a neat touch,” Yasuji replied, running a hand through his spiked blonde hair. “And the scars… well, I always liked a good fight.”
“Nice to see that you haven’t gone soft,” Murakami smirked, earning a nod from her friend.
“I love him already,” Rum blurted out approvingly, irritating the already pestered Murakami.
"Is she okay?" Yasuji asked, a bit perturbed by Rum's inebriated state.
"Rum's always like this," Murakami explained matter of factly. Murakami introduced her friend to the rest of her teammates, getting an earful of Flint's "siren song," as well as getting served Cutlass's non-alcoholic rum and getting burned from how much spice was in it. Ogin wanted to challenge him to a drinking game, which he vehemently refused, not wanting to risk downing another scalding drink. Despite this rough first impression, Yasuji hit it off very well with the Shark Team, confirming Rum's thoughts about him.
***
Yasuji’s Apartment
After a few hours, Yasuji and the Shark Team took their leave from Donzoko, with Murakami accompanying him to his apartment. Being the cheeky girl that she was, Rum told Murakami all the lewd things that she could possibly do when the two were alone, suggestions that the gunner brushed off. She would never say it outloud, but those scenarios being done with Yasuji did get her a bit excited, she just hoped that he would be open to a relationship with her. He may not have changed much from what she saw, but that alone wouldn’t confirm him being smitten with her.
Yasuji’s apartment wasn’t much to write home about, being a minimalist, but snug and well-kept abode. For a few minutes, he and Murakami sat on his couch, having a proper conversation on their own about what’s changed since they were apart He learned of how Murakami was part of Ooarai’s Sensha-dō team, being one of her crew’s gunners, a fact that Yasuji found to be extremely cool. Murakami also told him how Momo saved her team from getting expelled in the past and was indebted to her since; Yasuji surmised that this respect extended to the rest of the Naval Studies students.
They recalled some of their misadventures as kids, some fondly remembered, others more embarrassing. As nice as reconnecting through conversation was, the two wanted something more to come out of this night, even if it would just be dumb fun. An idea crossed Yasuji’s mind, putting a smile on his face,
“Okay, let’s have another wrestling match for old time’s sake,” he challenged his dear friend. Murakami scoffed at this declaration, confident in her own strength in the years she hadn’t seen him. “And here I thought you were past that. But you did say that you love a good fight. Bring it o-.” Yasuji immediately pinned Murakami to the floor before she could finish speaking, his hands on her wrists and a knee on her stomach.
“You dick, I wasn’t ready!” Murakami cursed, just getting a wry laugh from her blonde aggressor.
“Like you ever gave me a warning when we were little,” Yasuji retorted. Murakami didn’t have any rebuttal to that; it was true that she pulled off dirty moves a couple of times during their spats. “Okay, fair enough, now get off of me,” she demanded, but Yasuji’s grip didn’t loosen even slightly, the young man gave a smug smile, as if to mock her futile struggle. The loader for the Shark Team rolled her eyes; Yasuji may have gotten older, but his stubbornness didn’t go away with age. “Have it your way,” she said before making her move.
Pushing herself up and freeing her hands, Murakami made Yasuji fall on his back, pinning his arms and putting her weight on his abdomen, anchoring him to the floor. The tables turned so suddenly that he barely had time to register what was going on before Murakami got on top of him. “The fuck?” he sputtered, “When did you get so strong?”
“A lot changes in a few years,” Murakami explained, leaning towards him while grinning, “now we’re even. I doubt you’ll be able to free yourself from under me.” As she sat on top of him triumphantly, Yasuji had a good look at how much she had changed physically. While still quite hefty, Murakami’s figure wasn’t bad to look at, especially the enormous mounds on her chest mere inches away from grazing Yasuji’s torso. Her rear was equally big, yet also rather soft despite how much pressure it was putting on his body. The bratty loud-mouth from their youth grew up into quite the curvy beauty.
“W… Why would I wanna free myself?” Yasuji asked, blushing madly. Murakami's face turned a similar shade of red and her body became extremely hot, a sensation shared by her friend. Sitting on top of his chiseled body felt incredible, even the sight of his muscular arms and what little of his chest she could make out looked like fine art. Despite the scars Yasuji had on his face, it only added to how handsome he already looked to Murakami. Even his sudden pinning her down a few moments ago made her wish that he just had his way with her then and there.
Neither of them had any intention of continuing their wrestling match at this point, as Murakami leaned down more to Yasuji with her lips pursed. The reckless youth closed the remaining distance with his own kiss, feeling his friend's soft lips against him. It may have lasted all of four seconds, but it felt like minutes that neither of them wanted to end.
Eventually, Murakami broke off the kiss, her breathing was labored thanks to her racing heart and desire to make Yasuji her one and only. She kissed him again, her arms outlined his upper body as she straddled his waist, their make-out session now involving their tongues. Yasuji's hands gripped the hem of Murakami's top, hastily trying to get it off of her, to see his childhood friend, the girl he pinned for, in all her glory. Even thinking about Murakami undressed excited him like nothing else, feeling like he could climax from that alone.
As the two continued their passionate embrace, the gunner broke off the kiss and lightly bit Yasuji’s neck, her mind filled with the many things she wanted to do with him. This love bite was hard enough to snap the young man out of his lewd trance, letting go of Murakami, who sat back up. “I… I wasn’t thinking straight,” she hastily explained, seeing Yasuji rub the spot she sunk her teeth into.
“It’s fine; honestly it felt kinda good,” Yasuji admitted, more surprised than pained. In contrast to her earlier hungry desire, Murakami now looked a bit more reluctant to continue, despite how amazing it was to feel Yasuji's lips and body. The blonde brawler grabbed the shirt again, trying to hoist it over her head, but was stopped from going further.
"You… want more?" Murakami asked with an almost forlorn look across her face.
"Obviously," Yasuji said, "I always wanted to do this, why are you hesitating?"
"I thought you might want... someone more beautiful." Yasuji let go of Murakami's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks, looking deep into her chocolate-colored eyes.
"I'm not the best with words, but for me... you are beautiful, Murakami," he assured her. "You've been on my mind a lot when we were away from each other… I hoped that we could be something more."
To quell any more possible doubts, Yasuji took Murakami's right hand and placed it over his chest. She felt the rapid thumping of his heart and the heat radiating off of him; that wasn't something one can fake. "I always wanted you, Murakami," he reiterated.
"I... wanted this for a long time," Murakami admitted, letting out a short sigh of relief. Her heart was beating at almost the same tempo as Yasuji's, lifting up her ruffled shirt and exposing her snow white bra, making a heroic attempt to keep her massive bust contained.
"What do you think? Do you like them?" Murakami asked, her eyes wide and her tone softer than it usually was.
"I'd love them a lot more if I can see them fully exposed," Yasuji answered, wrestling Murakami to the ground again while clumsily undoing her bra. His attempts to do so were met with laughter from the hefty young woman, who tried getting Yasuji's own navy blue shirt off. Casting them aside, Murakami's large breasts and Yasuji's muscular frame were now on full display.
"Holy shit," Murakami exhaled, "you look like a damn body-builder."
"I wasn't gonna slack off just because you weren't around," Yasuji said, putting his hands on his friend's substantial hips. "I want to see more of you," he whispered. Murakami got his hands off, shaking her head with a slight smile. "We'll undress at the same time," she suggested, with Yasuji silently complying.
A moment later, the two of them were down to their underwear, and then nothing at all. Yasuji's massive erection was out, standing proudly at almost a full foot in length, veins pulsing along his throbbing shaft. Murakami was awestruck, amazed at how hard he was and how much his member was twitching, just from seeing all of her.
"It looks even more beautiful than I thought it’d be," she admitted, close enough for her breathing to tickle Yasuji's dick. She sniffed the distinct musk emanating from it, also smelling the precum that trickled out, giving a deep, content moan before putting her fingers on the veiny rod. "I can't really compare it to anyone, but I don't think I'll need to," Murakami continued, "just looking at it is getting me soaked. Do you want me to jerk you off?"
"Like you need to ask," Yasuji replied, feeling Murakami's strong fingers wrap around his cock, groaning with each slow, powerful stroke. Every movement her hand made caused her man's meat to twitch in eagerness, with more precum leaking out of him, even this simple action could get him so close to the edge. Not wanting it to go to waste, Murakami licked the tip of Yasuji's cock, which then escalated to licking the entire head, and finally wrapping her lips around it. Feeling this large penis in her hands was incredible, but it felt very rough to the touch; lubing it up would make things much better for both of them.
"Y... your mouth feels so good," Yasuji praised his friend, who continued bobbing her head back and forth along his length. Despite his massive size, Murakami took in every inch gradually, falling in love with the feeling of his girth filling her mouth and steadily going down her throat. Whenever she got too carried away, she would need to take a breather after gagging on Yasuji's cock, her muffled moans making it thrash around like a cut snake. Taking his dick further into her mouth, she used one of her hands to fondle Yasuji’s balls, feeling how full of semen they were.
“Oh, you have so much to give me, baby,” Murakami thought, “I want it all.” Her sucking faster and grasping at his testicles overloaded Yasuji’s mind with euphoria, feeling his seed travel up his shaft and into his friend’s expecting mouth. He pushed her head down to his hilt, making her gag as his full length went down her throat, followed by his load. The initial shock turned to being almost entirely smitten, taking in all of his love and gently squeezing his balls, as if she was trying to milk more out of him.
Having taken all of Yasuji’s seed, Murakami caught her breath, watching her man get to his knees, his ejaculation made his lower body feel weak. Mere inches away from each other, they briefly kissed again, feeling each other up as they did so. "I didn't think you'd cum that much... it felt incredible," Murakami said after breaking the kiss.
"You really know how to please," Yasuji added with a small grin, still catching his breath. He was pushed onto his back, and his vision was soon filled with the sight of his friend's large rear and sodden pussy. She had recalled something that Rum told her before leaving Donzoko about queening, looking it up on the way to the apartment. Now having already sucked her best friend’s cock, she also wanted to try implementing Rum’s suggestion.
"You seem a little parched," Murakami observed, lowering herself onto Yasuji's face. "Why don't I help you with that?" Yasuji felt the girl's lower lips touch his face and her soft, enormous ass envelop his sight. He wasted no time having his tongue slide into her entrance, tasting her sweet juices that moistened her up.
"Wow, you like the taste of my pussy, huh?" Murakami purred, feeling him moan into her vagina. The sensation of Yasuji licking her down there, listening to him slurp up her juices, made her shiver with excitement and pleasure. She smiled ear to ear upon seeing his cock rising once again, shining with its coat of saliva, practically begging her to continue pleasing him. "You really do want me," she said, taking his wet rod and stroking again as he continued exploring her love canal.
With it being slick with Murakami's spit, moving her hand up and down was far easier than it was to start out. Feeling Yasuji's meat twitch in her grasp made her even more wet, so much so that her man couldn't even lap up all of the love nectar leaking out of her. Her meaty buns grinding his head into the floor was akin to paradise for Yasuji, having a hard time keeping his eyes off of it while at Donzoko. They were extremely soft to boot, and his nose constantly grazing her anus made him wish that he was plowing it with his dick.
"You taste amazing, Murakami," Yasuji exclaimed, his joyful outburst muffled by her glutes. His tongue's relentless assault finally became too much for the curvy beauty to handle, making her rear tense up and her legs to lock Yasuji's head in a vice. She kept him in place as she released her pent-up love into his mouth with an ecstatic squeal, nearly waterboarding him with her discharge.
Daintily falling to the side, Murakami took a beat to get her bearings again as Yasuji sat back up, finished drinking the rest of her pussy juice. Shark Team's gunner was taken into her man's powerful arms not long after, her breathing steadily returning to normal. "Give me a moment, baby," Murakami gasped, "you really know how to satisfy a woman."
"Five years of pining for you will do that," Yasuji said, kissing her cheek.
"You… really meant what you said? About wanting to be with me?"
"I couldn't imagine myself with anyone but you, Murakami."
"...I didn't think that you'd become such a romantic, Yasuji." Murakami cooed, giving the young man a deep kiss on the lips. For those same five years, she also yearned for him, to be something more than just his best friend, and this night may make those dreams a reality.
Both of them got onto Yasuji's bed, still making out, wrestling each other's tongues and occasionally nibbling along their necks. The blonde's hands slowly moved down Murakami's body, before firmly grabbing her glutes. "I guess you enjoyed my ass in your face quite a bit?" she smirked, feeling both cheeks getting fondled and caressed.
"It was unreal," Yasuji said, "my dick being inside of it would feel like heaven."
"To be honest... I'm curious about how it'll feel, too." With a sly chuckle, Murakami got on all fours and turned around, presenting her bubble butt as she flashed an expectant look. "This thing practically eats up my panties," she added, "and the ones I had on were full-backs."
"I've never been more jealous of underwear," Yasuji sighed, spreading Murakami's butt cheeks apart and lining his cock up with her winking hole. His woman's comment nearly made him ejaculate then and there, but he kept it together while easing in, his tip consumed by Murakami's sphincter. A light gasp escaped the girl's mouth, reflexively gripping the bed sheets and waiting for Yasuji to go to town on her ass.
Thanks to Murakami's earlier blowjob, the delinquent's rod was able to thrust in and out of her easily. His chiseled abs pushing into her thick booty made it ripple like ocean waves, getting impassioned grunts of approval from the gunner. "God damn, it feels even better than I thought it would," Yasuji exclaimed, "it's so nice and thick."
Getting her rectum pounded by the young man's sodden dick was similarly euphoric to Murakami, with her vocal arousal growing louder as his speed picked up. The ten-incher continued stretching her hole, loosening it more and making Murakami's pussy leak like a sprinkler. "Fuck, your cock is perfect," she squealed, "it feels like it doesn't wanna leave." Taking a break from fondling her meaty buns, Yasuji leaned against Murakami to grasp at her DD breasts, catching her by surprise at least a little bit.
"Is my body really that irresistible to you?" she queried, moaning as he squeezed.
"You're a fucking goddess," Yasuji grunted, biting where her right shoulder met her neck.
"God, I love you." Yasuji resumed pounding his partner's booty, feeling his cock go even deeper with every few seconds, and his strength to hold back from cumming waned. Playing with Murakami's mounds didn't help, but they felt too good to not fondle, becoming more aggressive as he rammed into her taint with all the elegance and speed of a jackhammer.
"Yes... fuck my ass, Yasuji," Murakami cheered, "turn me into your little butt slut. I want you to fill me up until your balls are bone dry!"
"Murakami... I'm getting close," Yasuji warned, the semen in his balls ready to travel up his shaft.
"Pull me close, baby; I don't want to waste a single drop. Cum your fucking brains out!" Yasuji pushed his cock as deep as he could, twisting Murakami's nipples as he unloaded his seed into her ass. With an aroused, content scream, Murakami shot the rest of her pussy juice onto the bed, leaving a prominent wet spot on it. Grunting with every shot of sperm he gave the elated gunner, Yasuji eventually gave Murakami the rest of his love, falling backwards onto his pillow while she fell forward, ass in the air and her breathing mixed with giggling.
"Wow... that was...," Yasuji exhaled, trying to get the words out between heavy breaths.
"Fucking incredible," Murakami finished his sentence for him, crawling up next to the man that just pounded her silly. With her body pressed against his, their faces looking into each other's eyes, they simply basked in the afterglow of their intense love making session. Yasuji ran a hand through Murakami's disheveled spiked hair, looking lovingly at her.
"I guess that's one way to reconnect," Yasuji said, getting a genuine smile from her, "so are we a thing now?"
"That's what I was gonna ask," Murakami replied, "I couldn't think of anything better than being yours." Yasuji excitedly embraced her, being met with another passionate kiss. Those years of dreaming for a relationship with Murakami became more than just a fantasy, made real in the best way possible. The curvy beauty herself was also overjoyed that the man she longed for was indeed head over heels for her, his endowment and skill in bed was also a bonus.
“We should wash up after all of that,” Yasuji suggested, “we can do it together if you want.”
“In a little bit… can we just lay like this for a while first?” Murakami asked, nuzzling against his chest.
“…Sure we can, babe.” And so the freshly minted couple snuggled together, happy that their relationship blossomed into a more intimate one that went beyond friends.
***
Bar Donzoko, The Next Day
“You two hooked up already?!” Rum exclaimed, her surprise snapping her out of any drunken haze she might’ve had.
“It turns out that we both wanted the same thing,” Murakami said, “so we figured that we might as well start dating.”
“I couldn’t be happier for you, Murakami,” Ogin approved. “I trust that he’ll treat you right.”
“He definitely didn’t disappoint last night, but I’ll leave it at that.” Murakami couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy when reminiscing about the fun she had with Yasuji.
“I shall put together a song that perfectly captures your blossoming love,” Flint declared.
“So how big was he?” Rum asked, almost jealous over Murakami’s luck. Cutlass was quick to put a stop to it, threatening her with no more drinks for a week; that quickly put an end to her prodding. As Rum promised to not get too nosy, Flint took to the stage and warmed up her voice with her usual siren song, leaving Ogin and Murakami to continue conversing. “You may have actually inspired Rum to put herself out there with your relationship,” Ogin guessed, “I’m tempted to do a little window shopping myself.”
“I’m sure guys will be fawning over you left and right, captain,” Murakami assured her. She received a text message from Yasuji in the middle of their conversation, the contents of which being an image of his fully nude body and a descriptor of what he’d want to try with her that night. Seeing his divine, rugged muscles and enormous manhood made her smile devilishly, earning a chuckle from Ogin. “I wonder if my future man could get me that excited with a mere message,” she pondered.
“If you get someone as amazing as Yasuji, anything they do will make you smile,” Murakami said, antsy about the passionate night she and her lover would have when the day came to an end. If he was always so amazing in bed for the nights to come, their sex life would never be unsatisfying.